Chapter 17: Certain Death!

Although no one had yet seen Mo Han with their own eyes, in these three days, his photograph had already circulated throughout the entire Tan family. It could be said that not a single member of the Tan family was unfamiliar with his face! After crippling Fifth Master Tan and the eldest Tan son, and even threatening to bathe the entire Tan family in blood, it was almost impossible for the family to ignore him.

But wasn’t he just a capable son-in-law who married into the Li family? How had he suddenly become someone whom even a titan like Wu Yue treated with such respect? Who exactly was he?

At that instant, it wasn’t just the Tan family who were shaken; all the surrounding powers who had come to spectate were equally stunned, each speculating about Mo Han’s true identity. Many among them had already guessed that Mo Han was no ordinary man, far more than just the Li family’s son-in-law. And now, their suspicions were confirmed.

The district leader Wu Yue himself had opened the car door for him with the utmost respect. This not only proved that Mo Han was affiliated with the military, but his status far exceeded even that of a heavyweight like Wu Yue.

“That man—is he Mo Han?” Ding Si asked in a grave tone, catching the fear and bewilderment in the eyes of the Tan family.

“Yes, sir, that is Mo Han! He’s the one who threatened to slaughter the Tan family today,” Tan Taijun replied, his manner exceedingly respectful.

Now that Mo Han’s identity was revealed, whatever grievances they had with him could only be resolved by Ding Si. Ding Si was a dominant figure in the Western Territory’s military, the right hand of the Western War God—only he could suppress Wu Yue and Mo Han.

At this moment, Tan Taijun’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent, a stark contrast to his earlier, dismissive attitude toward Mo Han. He now realized that someone of Mo Han’s caliber was no longer someone the Tan family could afford to provoke. But fortunately, Tan Fuhua had managed to bring Ding Si here, or he would have no idea how to handle the situation.

A man who could make Wu Yue personally open the car door and show such deference was not someone the Tan family could ever hope to stand against. If not for Ding Si’s presence, Tan Taijun might have already considered suing for peace.

Ding Si’s lips curled into a cold, fox-like sneer as he pointed at the newly alighted Mo Han and barked, “Who goes there? With me present, why don’t you hurry over and pay your respects?”

Mo Han turned his gaze toward Ding Si. Wu Yue had also noticed Ding Si and frowned, explaining, “Chief Instructor, that is Ding Si, a war general under the Western War God. I have no idea why he’s here today.”

Ordinarily, if he encountered a heavyweight like Ding Si, Wu Yue would have immediately gone over to pay his respects. But standing beside him now was someone a hundred, a thousand times more terrifying—the Chief Military Instructor himself. Of course he would stay by Mo Han’s side.

The power Mo Han had displayed upon returning to the district yesterday had already shattered their understanding. Even the five elders at headquarters had been left utterly speechless. One of them had even declared that Mo Han’s strength could annihilate a War God in an instant; even among the legendary Earth-rank masters, few could stand against him.

He had immediately invited Mo Han to join the Central Military Command, but Mo Han had refused outright. In the end, it was only when the northern headquarters’ supreme leader personally called via video that Mo Han agreed to help train War Gods for the military.

Mo Han promised that within five years, he would train at least fifty War Gods for the military. At present, War Gods were only at the late Xuan rank, but Mo Han was confident he could teach over a hundred at that level, and more than ten at the Earth rank. If he happened upon a few with exceptional talent, it was even possible to train a handful of Heaven-rank masters—something even the five great elders had never seen.

His promise had sent shockwaves through the higher ranks. After all, the peace and stability enjoyed by hundreds of millions across the divine land owed much to the four War Gods. If Mo Han truly produced dozens of War Gods in a few years, or even a decade, what neighboring country would dare provoke them?

This was why Wu Yue had personally chauffeured Mo Han today. He was the Chief Military Instructor; how could Wu Yue show anything but utmost respect?

“A mere war general, and you expect me to come pay my respects to you?” Mo Han replied, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at Ding Si.

A flash of murderous intent crossed Ding Si’s gaze—no one had ever dared speak to him like this!

“Insolence! You’re nothing but a useless son-in-law, and you dare insult the general? You’re courting death!” Tan Fuhua bellowed, slapping his thigh and rising to his feet as he strode toward Mo Han.

“Useless wretch! Not only did you cripple my fifth uncle and elder brother, you even dare insult General Ding. Even if the King of Hell himself were here today, he couldn’t save you!”

As he marched forward, Tan Fuhua’s aura grew stronger with every step. Today, he would personally wring Mo Han’s neck and show him the price of offending the Tan family.

With Tan Fuhua taking matters into his own hands, everyone held their breath in anticipation.

Very soon, the truth of whether Mo Han was a dragon or a worm would be revealed. A faint thrill of expectation flickered in their hearts.

Wu Yue glanced at Tan Fuhua, about to say something, but Mo Han waved his hand, motioning for him to remain silent.

“Kneel and beg for mercy now, and I’ll let you die with your body whole. Otherwise, not even your bones will remain!” Tan Fuhua declared arrogantly as he stopped before Mo Han.

“Nonsense!” Mo Han snorted coldly, raising his hand and striking out.

A crisp slap rang through the air. Tan Fuhua’s body was flung away like a rag doll, without the slightest resistance. But what truly shocked the crowd was that half of Tan Fuhua’s face was gone, a bloody ruin—dead beyond all hope.

He had been killed in a single blow!

Everyone trembled in shock, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

Wasn’t Tan Fuhua supposed to be the personal guard of Ding Si, the war general? How could he be so feeble?

The Tan family teetered on the edge of collapse—their pillar of strength was dead! Killed by a single slap from Mo Han!

The reality was too much to bear.

“You dare kill my man? You’re seeking death!” Ding Si roared. Seeing his own bodyguard dispatched with a single slap, he could no longer restrain himself. He leapt to his feet and charged straight at Mo Han.

Whatever Mo Han’s identity might be, today he had to die!